Mona Lisa Smile

You look at me with that Mona Lisa smile. The words that you don't want to say, playing with the curve of your lips. You keep quiet, knowing that those beautiful words will incriminate you, so that I may keep you locked in my heart, like a prison. Blessed little lies escape you instead. But we can all see past that subtle dishonesty. Your no actor, you just write the words.

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